I know they are small, but I needed to sample some before going for the larger versions.

I cannot for the life of me remember how I stumbled onto this great web site for The English Pork Pie Company. But what’s important is that I did — stumble onto it, I mean.

Since we’d been over in England eight different times, on every single trip we’d buy some of their wonderful and delicious pork pies – usually in a local butcher’s shop or bakery.

Click picture for Best of British article about the English Pork Pie Co.

We’d take them home and heat them up and oh my oh my, we were in heaven. Sometimes we’d just go have a picnic lunch by a river along the road and munch away to our hearts’ content on these yummily things.

I suppose there is a possibility that I could learn to make them myself, but you see, the ingredients have to be from England, and the jelly that goes just inside the pastry needs to be just right, and of course the pastry needs to be homemade, something I’ve just never done. Maybe some day I will learn, but for now, I have this lovely web site. I haven’t actually eaten a little pie yet, they are on the menu for tonight’s dinner, actually.

I’ll heat up the extra piece of leftover meatloaf (cooked in my pressure cooker, remember?) for Paul because I realize this little pie won’t quite fill him up. He’s been out on the ocean today and doing extra heavy duty work – he’s bringing in his traps to work on them here at home the rest of the winter, and hauling those things once out of the ocean, once off the boat onto the float at the landing, once from the landing up the long gangplank to the parking lot, once up onto the back of his pick-up truck, and then finally once from the truck at home to their spot beside the driveway where he stacks them up very neatly — well, all that work deserves more than one of these little pies…

I’ll make some veg to go along with them, and he’ll be fine. And tomorrow or soon I’ll report on the quality of these little gems. They are made by ex-Brits who claim to put a lot of love and care into them for all those ex-pats (or people like us, Anglophiles who have tasted the real things before) so I am thinking positively about the whole experience and will be savoring mine slowly and with great delight.

They come here all cooked and packed neatly in a styrofoam box with frozen cold packs all around them. They traveled for 2 days by that remarkable FedEx and when I opened up the box, everything inside was still frozen solid (the packs) and the pies were chilled nicely still. Most of them are now in my freezer except for the two we will be devouring for supper tonight.

And you’d better believe that this little guy…

…will not be sharing any of these with us, or rather we won’t be sharing with him, or with his sister… oh no you don’t. All for us.

Cheers,

Bex

“The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog…

He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world…

3 Responses to Testing Out a New Culinary Delight …

How much fun to read (in reverse) your two posts about these pies and to know that your every expectation was met! I must confess that a fleet moment of sorrow sometimes enters my thoughts when I read about your yearnings for England. I so very much wish you could return. In the meantime, though, in lieu of crossing The Pond, you have these delectable pork pies to transport you. xoxo